Wisp

had never lost that wisp of red
hair was falling in flames you weren’t
afraid of living why should anything
scare you but it scared me you
jambed yourself between the keys the
piano played you to the final
arpeggio and on that note the end
piece of something falling besides your
hair it was your tenacity and
skepticism as we discovered new
words philosophical whispered
words that fell into the cracked
vastness that was stalking you with
claws extended legs sprung mouth wide
open to swallow you whole and
spitting out a strand of burning red
hair falling away from what ∞

~10/08